Tug (of War) at the Heartstrings

Yesterday I had a really bad day at work and asked EP if he could come out to play (he was recovering for some minor dental surgery). He agreed and we played trivia at a local bar. It was great. EP never ceases to amaze me. He knew I had had a stressful day and did something most guys never do when a woman pours her woes out -- he JUST listened. He didn't play Mr. Fix-it...he just listened. After trivia, then he pulled out the Mr. Fix-it tactics and I was more than willing to oblige -- he gave me this killer back and calf massage. What kind of woman would turn that down? I ended up having one of the best night's sleep ever because I was so much more relaxed.

Meanwhile, in my head -- rescue workers were busy salvaging my emotional belongings after another big boy tornado. The source: my Seattle crush. Yesterday I received another part of my Christmas present from him -- a pair of cute Rams pajama pants...and a Rams "Ladies Hand Off" thong. Yes, a thong. Jaw drop. (and yes, the NFL for Her thongs are even trashier in person than they are on the web site) OK -- bottom line -- I think it's hilarious he sent these to me. These purchases were all based jokingly on a previous conversation he and I had after reading this article on the ridiculousness of women's NFL gear. But I have to admit, it's hard not to start wondering why he had me on his brain enough to purchase several items for me in honor of Christmas. I didn't give him anything for Christmas. Except maybe some cheap thrills for his imagination.